Sammy Da Bull

[Hook- Nate Dogg]

All these Niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill

Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal

Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal

3000 miles away and I can hear you still

Half these Niggass snitchin' yo and that's for real

I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal

If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal

I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel

[Verse 1- Proof]

??? to his bases no movie script

No yay, no pounds, no oozie clips

Not a car, no bling, no ??? bitch

You got all of these rappers sayin' they moving bricks

They whole clique switch with ???? and tics

If you truly bitch then they usually snitch

In a round about way, I say my tully spit

But if it come to comin' a plea, it include the fifth

The mood is flipped, cause spirits need a diaphram

Gangsta rappers with murderer for hired hands

Police in wired vans callin' us pirate clans

Government guided hands with private plans

To damage the game its a shame they don't survive the scam

Cause we high off liquor, bitches with vicodan

??? we gon' strike again, so trifling

Got kids idoling the vests and rifling

While you make a fake life with pens

Glorify the hood but never a bible hymn

And as the streets keep trying him

Until the feds indite the fans just for buying it

Here's the violin

[Hook- Nate Dogg]

All these Niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill

Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal

Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal

3000 miles away and I can hear you still

Half these Niggas snitchin' yo and that's for real

I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal

If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal

I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel

[Verse 2- Swifty McVay]

I knew the guy that told a guy that I'm the guy that gave the guy a half a P

Now the police is after me, askin' me questions, tellin' me shit you only knew

Pulled up on me out the blue, all this shit because of you

Why you do somethin' cruel bitch? Snitchin' like Sammy Bull

Now you're life's fucked up and I'm announcin' you responsible

And I'ma cut the fuck up and what you gon' do is sit your ass there

So what ain't nothin' fair when a nigga like you get carried away without ya lips

And they wonderin' why Swifty McVay be killin' shit

I drop you off and get lost, come back the same day

With your tongue cut off, nigga its cursed anyway

You're the one who can't count, so give my gees up

And when it come to shootin', you the one who freeze up

That's why your broke ass can swallow these nuts

And folks ass tryna follow everything that reads up

On the reports you made, I will escort you to your grave

Tryna see me behind bars so you can get paid

That's negative, you threaten my life I can't let you live

Then you think that it'll catch up to your mama and your kids snitch

[Hook- Nate Dogg]

All these niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill

Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal

Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal

3000 miles away and I can hear you still

Half these niggas snitchin' yo and that's for real

I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal

If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal

I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel

[Verse 3- Proof]

If you hittin' for slugs that blazed by killas

Now the game ain't changed, these niggas out here praisin' squealas

Go Proof, my behaviors iller when tellin' the truth

Expunge my gun nigga like any paid felon would do

My spokin' is well in the truth, you inhalin' the proof

>From the block to the jello, the booth

Bad boy image shall illuminate in silence

Gangsta, one that communicates through violence

Not through yappin' or hostile rappin'

Up on TV, vest up and glocks go flashin'

Its all actin', ya'll just don't see the director behind the camera

That yells out action!

Blowin' off the door hands to avoid the orbits

Why the masses have supported recorded performance

There's enormous shortage of poor kids with new deals

They woke up all distorted and tortured

And I ain't losin' like Pac, there's rules on my block

I'm from Detroit bitch it ain't cool to be shot

[Interlude]

[Gunshots]

Is he still alive?

Yea yea I think so

All right great, let's sign him

[Hook- Nate Dogg]

All these niggas talkin' bout what they gon' kill

Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal

Holdin' hands with the D.A. while you made your deal

3000 miles away and I can hear you still

Half these niggas snitchin' yo and that's for real

I know its hard to swallow that's a big appeal

If I catch you mothafuckas, you gon' catch some steal

I know it might sound crazy, that's the way I feel